BNC Records - Jamaican Talk Lyrics

BNC Records – Jamaican Talk Lyrics

Artist: BNC Records
Song: Jamaican Talk

Diamonds they shine inside of my mouth I smile i blind ya I come from the north with them n#gg#s who bout it you play they gone pop ya police try hang us like pinatas everything up it ain’t no
Everything up ain’t no average party with models
Ain’t no p#ss# up in who he gon rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg its house with shottas

And im so fly you think i flew we gon pop out i go to talking like jamaicans connected with them haitians ohh i, oh my dredren them p#ss# boys dont want it waa gwaan you p#ss# boy ya bomboclaat inform it what we pop one im a real don dada that 40 mop sum i killed every n#gg# that played exept one thе b#tch could run
Shot and slump him from the car
Ain’t got nobody to say sorry to but my God
And b#tch I’m still that same n#gg# in a cop car

In central booking scrеaming out I came thru swerving n#gg# put me in my cell with my bond
That dope was soft I made it hard n#gg# ask Von
,and i won’t never see my n#gg# again till im 41
Im thanking God

Was playing bumper cars with both of my sons
Toys from Walmart draco hollarin Hulk Smash, u kno he dumb
Lets Go, I visit Grandma grave footer
Let go of my pain

None of my boys grew up in a house with me after all I do feel shame
AI my name
After everything, God know I won’t be a man
My baby mamas they play games they lucky I can’t buss they brains [and thats on Dump n#gg#

Cause ain’t no love in my heart
All this sh#t a make another n#gg# fold but i ain’t change from the start
I could hit the b#tch from up the street
You know im *inaudible*

War wounds in my head and even my feet put your life inside ain’t no court
Ain’t no p#ss# up in who he gon rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg its house with shottas
And I’m so fly you think i flew we gon pop out I go to talking like Jamaicans connected with them Haitians ohh i, ann archana ala mishkila
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